The spirit of the dreaming landscape 
Haunts in mysterious moonlit nights;
She illumines 
the other half of the heaven 
and hides the base in shadows. 
She is the maker of the shadows
dark enough for insticts to play undisturbed by the patriarchal 
Clamour of society.
So , surpass the sun  
O Cynthiya!
In the private world of a poet.


Please reload

© 2019 Rag Queen Periodical  website  designed by M. Perle Tahat